The journey
She irritates
An angry being
She cries out
To tell her story
He can’t understand
He’s just not
Made for it
The profound
The mystic links
She speaks about
The coincidences
To him
They do not matter
But they do
To her
She wants
Him
To understand
The profound
The mystic links
She speaks about
The coincidences
To him
They do not matter
But they do
To her
She wants
Him
To understand
He can’t take it
The accusations
The doctor says
Give her the pill
She refuses
She’s not the problem
That’s what she think s
There’s no suicide
An impulsive act
A calculated one
She knows
The maximum dosage
That will help
Solve the problem
It boomerangs
He thinks it is
An attempt
At suicide
He can’t let
His loved one
Suffer
Or walk away
Or die
He calls the doctor
He tells him
The dosage
That she had
Told him
She won’t die
He assures
Take her
To a
Government hospital
The neighbour arrives
The brother calls
Her parents consoled
Her brother checks
She will not die
If only they knew
That she knew
That she wouldn’t die
That she knew
What she’d consumed
Was well within
The permissible limits
You need to come
They say
She knows what coming
She surrenders
Emotions welling in her heart
Buy calm
And quiet
His heart is heavy
Trying his best
To stop the
Tears welling up
Inside
He has to take her
There’s no other way
No one wants
This psycho
The private hospitals
Won’t admit
There they go
To
The government hospital
Two patients
In a bed
Their relatives
Sleep underneath
The doctors they
Are overworked
She feels compassion
But there’s nothing
She can do
Except
Maybe give
Some misplaced
Consolation
Perhaps misleading
Medical advice
It’s early morning
They have been shuffling
From department
To another
Xrays
And other reports
She gets to sleep
On a bed
With a nurse
There’s no doctor
Blood dribbling out
From
The saline drip
She writes
To the doctor
LISTEN TO THE PATIENT
But then
Nobody does
If only they knew it wasn’t
Suicide
They’d have packed her off
With medicine
They had no sleep
All three of them
The mania sets in
They get a pipe
To draw out the poison
She chokes with pain
She cannot scream
The pipe’s inside
He notices
Her tears
Stop he says
She calls the doctor
Get Anesthesia
she says
They dip the pipe
In that numbing liquid
The pain is gone
The foul concoction
Retched out
The poison probably
Long gone
Now she’s back
To another ward
No one gives her
Her medication
The poor doctors
Overworked
She’s dizzy
There’s no breakfast
A poor old lady
With two pairs of clothes
In the city
From a distant village
Seeking a cure
For her daughter’s
Undiagnosed illness
She asks
She enquires
She’s not
Sophisticated
Shocked to learn
I’m all alone
She brings it
A tiny box
And offers her
A large laddoo
She can’t accept
I’m sophisticated
She has to save
For her daughter
No she says
You are my daughter
She take a bite
Is delicious
With homemade ghee
The poor has
For once
Helped the rich
He’s gone to find
A better place
She’s calm
But
That’s a mirage
The mania
Is rearing
It’s ugly head
The senior doctor
With his interns
Giving them
A monologue
About what
I don’t recall
She goes up
And give her own
About
How vital it is
To store
Their medical history
Give them a file
Punch their papers in
And keep a parallel
In the hospital
In case
They lose it
They listen in silence
Their expressions blank
Frustrated
She heads out
Down the stairs
And walks out
With the strength
And confidence
Of the mania
Or is it
Of the mania?
On the streets
Cars buzzing past
She have in mind
A place to go
An unfinished business
The direction
She doesn’t know
She crosses the street
A couple of times
Trough the traffic
Buzzing past
At high speeds
She’s weak
Just a laddoo
In ber belly
She strches her arm
Trying to get
Someone to notice
She has nothing
No money
No cards
No phone
No direction
Just her clothes
And her slippers
And her faith
She wants to go
Where she once worked
To ask for help
Not for herself
But for those
Kind old souls
Who cannot travel
As they can’t
Climb up those stairs
Of their crumbling
Houses
Then a man stops his bike
I’ve ran out
Of the hospital
She tell him
The truth
I cannot talk you
All the way
I’ll drop you
At the crossroads
They talk about
Her motives
His life
And then they’re at
The crossroads
Who he was
She’ll never know
But he was
I think
Just
A
Kindhearted
Human being
She walks a kilometer
And then She’s there
The place
Where she worked
She tried to go in
She’s stalled
By the receptionist
Here clothes crumpled
Her face full of dirt
Her hair unwashed
Uncombed
She meets a person
He’s all nice
And his colleague
She’s recently joined
The one she seeks
The one
She thinks
Can help
Is no longer there
She tries to explain
To that man in white
But herbrain
Is a muddle
She begins to tell
A wrong story
He asks
For her husband’s
Details
She tells him
Where he works
She tells him
His numbers
But stops midway
Shes not going
Till she finished
What
She’s come for
He is gone
To get in touch
With her husband
She’s talking
Ti her
His colleague
She looks and sees
Her husband colleagues
Smiling at her
They’re his friends
She tells her
They’re here canvassing
She replies
She knows
They’re been sent
To get her
Come
I’ll take you there
To the boss
You want to meet
It’s a suite
With a comfortable bed
She knows it’s a trap
The boss doesn’t operate
From this place
They will come to get me
She says
I’m going out
She walks
Out
She spots a friend
He’s due to retire
Glad to see her
He takes her in
She sees the door
Of the big cabin
Walks in excited
She’s happy
But wants to know
Whether they’re using
The software
She had developed
She’s unbalanced
Rage sets it
She races out
Ranting
God knows what
A kindly neighbour
Has called
Her husband
They’re all there
To capture her
She rants she screams
Walks out
I have rights
Call the police
She barks
Like a dog
Pushed to a corner
There they are so many of them
The executives
They pretend
Not to see
She’s psycho
Certified
She needs
To be take away
She doesn’t know
About
The Mental Health Act
Five or six
They manhandle her
And off she is
In his car
Was he right
Was she wrong
Was she right
Was he wrong
Could this have been
Nipped in the bud
No one will ever know
Except HIM
Was it all
Just meant to be?
Thrice she was lost
But was sent home
By kind souls
Sent by HIM
Back
From the streets
To her aunt’s home
To her home
Back
From the streets
To her hospital
To her home
Back from the streets
To her workplace
To her home
Wasn’t it her
Who told them
Her cousin’s name
Wasn’t it her
Who told the sister
About seven hills
Who told him
Her workplace
Wasn’t it her
That told him
Her husband’s contact
Why did she tell?
Was it because
Deep in her heart
She still wanted
To be back home?
Was it because
The Spirit in her
Showed her the way?
Was it just
A coincidence?
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